Chapter 184


    How long had it been since I looked at him like this? I thought.


    He opened his eyes suddenly and our eyes met. I was stunned.


    "Good morning," he said. As he had just woken up, his voice was a bit hoarse. He raised his hand and


    tucked the hair on my forehead behind my ear, and then he just looked at me in silence.


    I felt awkward under his gaze. Faking a cough, I propped up myself and was ready to get up. But


    Hendrix pressed onto my waist and cocked his eyebrow. "Where are you going?"


    "Out of bed!" I tried to move, but I was held down by him.


    I frowned, "Hendrix, let go of me!"


    He remained indifferent, and he pinned me to the bed, putting his hand on my baby bump. I was five


    months into the pregnancy, and I could already vaguely feel the fetal movement.


    As if he sensed the baby''s movement in my belly, Hendrix smiled and eximed, "He''s


    moving!"


    His child- like behavior amused me, and Iughed, "Well, and I want to get up."


    But he was in high spirits. He seated himself on the bed and assisted me against the headboard,


    motioning me to lie down. He then tilted his head and ced his ear on my bump.


    After a while, he sat back upright, and he asked while looking at me with a smile, "Do you feel


    ufortable when he moves?"


    I rubbed my forehead and felt at a loss for words. Sure enough, the intelligence of a man was indeed


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    "If you really wanted to know, you can go and read some books on pregnancy. Maybe you can learn


    something useful for the future," I got up and was about to leave the bed.


    He hugged me from behind. "Rest for another while!"


    I reached out to push his arms away. Yet when I looked down at them, I couldn''t help but frown. There


    were a few scars on his arms, and they were all abrasions. The scabs had peeled off, but the newly


    formed skin was still red.


    Hendrix must have felt my body stiffened and noticed my gaze. He withdrew his hand and asked,


    "What do you want to eat for breakfast?"


    I didn''t say anything. The room fell into a long silence.


    He didn''t pursue an answer, seeming to be scrupling at what I was thinking. He sat down beside me,


    took my hands, and caressed them. We seemed to be intimate, but whatever rtionship we had as a


    couple was beyond words.


    "Are these from when you protected Andrea?" It might be too straightforward to ask him this way, but I


    couldn''t think of any other words.


    He startled. Noticing his odd look, I drew back my hand and sighed. "I''m taking a shower."


    The fact that he didn''t have an answer was perhaps the best answer than hearing him telling me that


    all the injuries on him were rted to Andrea in person.


    I would rather be a fool. It would feel better if I didn''t know anything.


    He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to the bed. He fixed his gaze on me and asked, "Are you still


    upset?"


    Taken aback, I turned to look at him, "Upset about?"


    "My injuries."


    I lowered my head and shook my head with a smile on the corner of my lips. "No, Hendrix. Your life and


    death are no longer my concern."


    I knew that we would quarrel, and I know that he would be angry when I said this.


    But I still said it.


    He peered at me keenly. After a long time, he questioned, "Arianna, you never took me seriously, did


    you?"


    "Yeah," I nodded, feeling a bit mncholy. I heaved a sigh, avoiding his cold gaze. "I took a liking on


    you initially when Grandpa asked me to marry you. Because you are handsome and rich. You are the


    husband every woman could possibly want."


    "When I married you back then, I was a hopeless romantic. So, I married you full of joy. But as time


    went by, I realized our marriage was all but love and romance."


    Just Andrea alone had exhausted me.